[SBLOCK] Halfling-sized weapons silvered at half-price? Makes sense to me![/SBLOCK]
It is currently 2:30 am, the moon is shining clear but not particularly full. You have plenty of torches other means to to keep multiple fires burning on what I am calling "Boothill," which after all nearly became more than one your graves. All in all, not a bad place to die... but not your time, not yet.
Watches are set, clouds scud, a few frogs croak, and stillness reigns. Hallidor, who was attempting to stay up with the rest of those on watch, discovers (the next morning) that he fell asleep; the accumulated tension of the long battle catching him unawares.
Dawn creeps upon the party slowly, despite your vantage at the top of the low hill... the trees are tall, and the dark only slowly gives way to gleamings, then to a muddy, thick glow, which thins out and brightens. The sun's edge pokes over the surrounding trees. It is morning; those that want to sleep late may sleep later, however, Hallidor make sure to point out that if the party was going to reach Allimon you would have to start travelling by 10 or at most 11 (else risk travelling in the dark).
How late are people sleeping, and when does the party set off?